Page 51 of The Witch's Rite

My breath catches. It feels like it’s been years since I was last touched, last stroked. Rowan’s fingers are warm as they slip through my folds to rub me. I part my legs wider and press my hips forward, wanting more. But Alden holds me firm, and he starts to thrust into me again—slower this time, staying deepinside me. Rowan’s free hand cups my breast, his fingers teasing and twisting my puckered nipple.

My nerve endings feel like they’re on fire. Every part of me blazes with heat. I drop my head back against Alden’s broad shoulder. He holds me aloft, and I go limp in his arms, allowing the men to pleasure me.

Colors swim behind my closed eyelids, and my legs begin to shake as Rowan circles my clit, fingers still tugging at my nipple. My body wants to collapse forward, but Alden won’t let it. He massages my insides with his cock while Rowan continues rubbing and tugging.

And I can take it no longer.

I catch my breath, then let it out in a trembling moan. My legs shake, my body shudders, and I pulse around Alden’s dick as I cum.

Rowan’s lips catch mine, cutting off my moan. His fingers still work at me while his tongue presses into my mouth. Can he taste himself on my lips?

I push my free hand through Rowan’s long hair, the other still wrapped around Alden’s neck. Slowly, my orgasm subsides, leaving me feeling shaky and exhausted. Alden pulls his dick out of me, and Rowan gives my clit one final touch before he sits back. I collapse onto my hands and knees, then immediately fall to my side on the mattress, still breathing hard.

For a moment, we all sit in the quiet, listening to the rain on the roof, and then I begin to laugh.

I just made love to two men at thesametime. And it was amazing.

“You come here,” Rowan says, wrapping an arm around me and easing me onto a pillow. He lies on his side next to me, head propped in his hand as his gaze travels the length of my sweaty body. I’m wholly and completely drained, to the point where mylimbs feel like they’re sinking through the mattress and cottage and into the warm summer earth.

The mattress dips behind me, and I look back to find Alden sinking onto the pillow on the other side of me. This bed is just big enough for two, so the men have to scoot close, squishing me between them.

“Little witch,” Alden mumbles, his breath tickling the shell of my ear, “you continue to astound me.”

Smiling, I use the last of my energy to press a kiss to Alden’s scruffy cheek, then to Rowan’s smooth one.

As the rain continues to whisper against the windowpane, I close my eyes. And with heat on either side of me, two hearts beating along with mine, I drift away into a sweet summer sleep.

The End